“ A lonely Kiss ” ~ giving life a soul ~

A lonely kiss

Be but a gift,

Said for too long

Was made to wait,

With no one there

Mindful of its bliss…


Wouldst not a kiss

Chose designate,

A proper mate

To want embrace,

Be surely more

Than but a gift…


Hence ensues way

This kiss per se

Remains alive,

To so express

Its fated place,

Of giving life

A stake for soul

Thus meant to be,

Alas its august goal!


“ People ” ~ who parade ~


I see people

Who parade,

Watched by they

Whose charade

Fool no other,

Yet they vary

Their façade,

Trying hard

To disregard,

They be barb

For one another…


Might be better

To look deeper

At their proper,

Thus find reason

Be themselves,

Not like others

Who so chose


Which alas

Will not alter

They’re but clad

Would be people!